Writing His Own Beginning (Slow Progress)

Before The Show

Freddy's POV

I looked in the mirror at myself. As I adjusted my bow tie, I smiled. It's a new day, and we're scheduled to perform today. It's going to be incredible.

I sat on the couch, reflecting on the events of the night before.

When I decided to wander around the Pizzaplex, I noticed a great deal of noise in Bonnie's old room. I heard yelling, things being broken, and... loud sobbing.

I didn't give it much thought and continued walking. What the hell was he doing in there? throwing a tantrum like a child, probably. My programming instincts almost got the better of me when I returned to hear more sobbing, but I pushed that down and went about my night to my room.

"-eddy? Freddy!" My train of thought was interrupted by a voice. Chica looked worried when I looked at her. "What's the problem, Chica?" I asked softly yet quickly, hoping it wasn't serious.

"It's all about Monty. I went into his room to see if he was ready for the show, and it was a complete disaster, but he wasn't there." She expressed her concern.

I didn't mind, but the show was only a few hours away.

We must now locate him.

"Chica check the first and second floor and tell Roxy to check the third and fourth. I'll check here and the basements just in case he went down there." Freddy orders, and Chica complies, running out of the room.

"What made me say that!? He'll be on this floor, of course...right? Why should I care? I shouldn't worry about him, but the show...the show needs him." I said out loud before leaving my room and heading to Gator Golf. "Hey! Gator! Are you here? We don't have time to look for you, you know." I yelled, kind of impressed with the design of the Gator Golf, but shook that thought away. Smiling, I continued my walk around the interesting place. 'It's a shame that I haven't been here before; it's amazing! No, Freddy, come down and concentrate on finding- "Is that a giant alligator's mouth!?" I yelled in excitement before clearing my throat, blushing in embarrassment.

"I hope he didn't hear that." I whispered to myself, glancing around my surroundings. Wait, I looked at the build boards of the Gator and me, Chica, and Roxanne were playing golf together. I had never played golf with them before. Why is that here?

Roxy's POV

I walked around the third floor and decided to enter Bonnie Bowl, remembering some painful memories. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Monty staring at Bonnie's stage. Bonnie was a part-timer. He worked here after and before the shows, teaching the children how to bowl and playing them some songs.

I walked up to Monty, noticing him holding Bonnie's sunglasses. "He told me, "I'll always be your friend no matter what happens to me, but think of this as a new beginning rather than a sad ending." Before he said that, he gave me his sunglasses. I don't know why, but I want to wear them during the show today, maybe to keep his legacy from dying. But they might bring back some painful memories for you guys, and I don't want to hurt you all anymore than I already have." Monty spoke abruptly, not even looking at who entered. It would have been bad if Freddy walked in on him talking about Bonnie like that.

I rested my hand on his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder to see me. His eyes were bloodshot red, like he had been crying. "I'm glad it's you, Roxy, Fred-" Monty suddenly stopped talking; his eyes became glossy.